Oops, I became a star treasure

Yan Fuxia did not take this matter seriously, because in her heart, it was not a problem, because she had more things to do.

Every day is fulfilling, why bother caring about a psychopath?

During this period, she got a lot of materials from Chen Luo and started making weapons for her teacher.

Because it is for teachers, Yan Fuxia is very serious and each material goes through many processes for verification.

It took her a week to make the buttstock.

Looking at the gunstock in front of him that was as shiny as black iron, Yan Fuxia was very satisfied.

The main thing is, it looks so good that even Yan Fuxia has to say that his craftsmanship is impeccable!

Chen Luo also looked at the gun butt with hot eyes. Even though he would not go to the battlefield, it did not stop him from liking it.

After making the buttstock, Yan Fuxia tried, but she couldn't lift it anyway.

Not to mention picking it up, she even had trouble lifting one end.

It’s a bit heavy. Can the teacher lift it?

With a sad mood, Yan Fuxia dragged Yan Qingyan from the study to the production room of the villa.

At first, Yan Qingyan didn't know what was happening, and just followed Yan Fuxia's force and moved forward.

But when I arrived at the production room, I was a little surprised to see the gunstock that had become a real product from the drawing.

He thought it would take at least a month, but he didn't expect the little girl to make it in just a week!

"Teacher, try to see if you can lift it. The buttstock basically accounts for two-thirds of the weight. It's a bit heavy."

Yan Qingyan's expression suddenly cracked. Is it impossible to get over this hurdle?

Looking at the gunstock on the table, it was made of dark iron and had a faint glow, like a hunter lurking in the dark night.

it's beautiful!

Every part of the buttstock has been finely polished, and it can be seen that the maker is very attentive.

"Teacher, teacher, please try it!!!"

There is a target in the production room. Yan Fuxia tells Yan Qingyan how to use the butt of the gun and how much force and posture to use when aiming at the center of the bull's eye.

Every detail is explained clearly.

Except for not being able to use it for Yan Qingyan, she had already thought of and done everything else for Yan Qingyan.

He picked up the butt of the gun, put it on his shoulder, and aimed at the target in front of him.

Yan Fuxia: !!!!!!!!!

0ДQ 0ДQ 0ДQ

Chen Luo on the side pushed his glasses, looked at Yan Fuxia, and then at Yan Qingyan.

Now, Xia Xia should know that Mr. Yan is not weak, pitiful and helpless, right?

The next second, Chen Luo was slapped in the face.

"Teacher, have you been working out recently? You can even lift such a heavy gun stock! That's amazing!"

(?*?*?)(?*?*?)(?*?*?)

Yan Qingyan: ...

Dust Fall: ...

totally unexpected!

However, the emotional value is indeed well conveyed!

"Does anything need to be calibrated?"

Yan Fuxia quickly pulled his thoughts back, looked at Yan Qingyan seriously, and then checked in different directions.

After looking around and determining some parameters that needed to be modified, Yan Fuxia asked Yan Qingyan to put down the butt of the gun.

After recording the values ​​that need to be changed, Yan Fuxia will take a two-day break.

She has been a little busy and a little tired in the past week!

Yan Qingyan and Chen Luo took Yan Fuxia out of the production room and returned to the main house.

As soon as I came in, I saw Nan Qiao sitting in the living room.

Yan Fuxia rushed over with his eyes shining and threw himself directly on Nan Qiao's legs.

“Nan Qiao, Nan Qiao!!!”

"Well, you've had a busy week."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm halfway done with the teacher's weapon, the buttstock!"

"Quite fast."

Hey hey hey~~~~

Yan Fuxia happily hugged Nan Qiao's waist, lay down happily, and shook his short legs.

Patting Yan Fuxia on the head, Nan Qiao looked at Yan Qingyan and Chen Luo who followed in.

I came here today to discuss something with them, but I have to wait until everyone comes back.

Early in the morning, Nan Yan, Gu Chen and others went out and went to the Imperial Palace.

As for the purpose of their going to the Imperial Palace, it was the same purpose as Nan Qiao coming to find them today.

Looking at Nan Qiao, Yan Qingyan knew what she was thinking, but Yan Qingyan had already decided who to choose.

In the evening, Nan Yan, Gu Chen and Hei Yu came back.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Nan Qiao sitting on the sofa and chatting with Yan Fuxia.

"Your Highness Garfiel."

"Well, you're back? Let's eat first."

Man is iron and rice is steel. It’s not a hurry. Let’s eat first.

The meal was very lively. Since there were more and more people in the family, it was lively every moment.

Butler Lan, who was standing not far away arranging meals, was very pleased to see this scene.

Alas, when I get old, I can’t help but be moved by this kind of scene!

"Butler Lan! Butler Lan! My pot of milk!"

Butler Lan looked down at Yan Fuxia who was scratching his head with his head tilted back, and quickly came back to his senses and responded.

After helping Yan Fuxia up, he turned and went to the kitchen, his back looking very happy.

Looking at Butler Lan's back, Yan Fuxia tilted his head, blinked, and then returned to the dining table to wait.

Nan Qiao rested his chin on his hand and watched the scene, smiling gently, with a look of relief in his eyes.

That’s great. Even if I die in the future, the little girl won’t be alone.

Holding a basin of milk, Yan Fuxia curled up on the sofa, squeezed next to Nan Qiao, and drank the milk mouthful by mouthful.

"Who does the emperor tell you to vote for?"

"Si Mingqing."

Nan Qiao nodded, this was the best choice.

"Vote for him."

Nan Qiao's choice is between Yan Qingyan and Si Mingqing.

But Yan Qingyan is obviously not suitable to be a marshal now. All his attention is on Yan Fuxia. The bias is too obvious, which will cause a bottoming out and is not the optimal solution.

On the contrary, Si Mingqing seems to have nothing to do with Yan Fuxia, but in fact they are related.

But this relationship is very hidden and most people don’t know about it.

Nan Qiao looked at Yan Cheng and motioned him to explain himself.

Looking at Nan Qiao's appearance, everyone else looked at Yan Cheng, their eyes full of confusion.

Why visit Yancheng?

Yan Fuxia looked at Yan Cheng curiously, with Si Mingqing's information in his mind.

Si Mingqing, 98 years old, single, had a son (deceased), whose genes are black tiger shrimp...

Wait a minute, black tiger shrimp!?

Yan Fuxia jumped up, stared at Yan Cheng with wide eyes, and pointed his finger at him.

"You, you, black tiger shrimp! Shrimp, shrimp, stir-fried prawns!"

No, you are being a bit biased, why do you have to stir-fry black tiger prawns when you mention them?!

I used to stir-fry prawns every day when I was growing flowers, and now I am even more extreme after coming to StarCraft!

Curling his lips, Yan Cheng felt that he had made a mistake in not bickering with the little girl recently. He had to continue this journey!

Forget it, now is not the time to talk about this. Bickering can happen anytime.

"If anything, he's my adoptive father."

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